God's City

So this weekend was marked by a trip to God's Blessed Land of Provo, to see The Best Friend, where she attends BYU. We drove in Friday afternoon, stayed all day of Saturday, and left Sunday afternoon.

Checking into the Travelodge and periodically walking in and out of the registration area was probably the best part of the trip. Waiting to be checked in, the pious register boy saw a girl in a tank top with a tattoo waiting to go to her room with her UNMARRIED MALE SIDEKICK, OH THE HORRORS. Being the kind person that I am, however, I quickly explained it away for him before he had an aneurism:

"We're from Vegas."

"OH."

Because, oh yeah, that explains EVERYTHING. I mean, really. Everyone knows Vegas is just a city of pantsless sinners.